the penis of a fornicator
by Vita Smart July 17, 2022
Get the used tamponmug. A drinking song sang by Rugby types. Usually in the format of call and response chanting about doing misogynistic things to a woman coming into a store and asking for different items. You can be very inventive with this chant, especially after a few pints....
Person: One day a woman into the store asking for a hammer
Chorus: A hammer from the store?
Person: A hammer she wanted, nailed she got!
Chorus: Oh I used to work in Chicago in an old department store, i used to work in Chicago I don't work there anymore.
Chorus: A hammer from the store?
Person: A hammer she wanted, nailed she got!
Chorus: Oh I used to work in Chicago in an old department store, i used to work in Chicago I don't work there anymore.
by chigman452 September 30, 2022
Get the I Used to Work in Chicagomug. Part 2 — Just Us
They sat without speaking, still holding hands. The quiet was soft now, not heavy anymore. It felt like the room itself was breathing with them, slow and calm, like even the air had been waiting for this.
He looked at her again, this time not shy, not unsure, just full of a quiet joy he could not hide. She smiled back, a small, shaking smile that said more than words ever could. It made his chest warm, made the waiting feel worth every lonely night.
His thumb moved gently over her fingers, back and forth, slow, steady, careful, like he was learning her all over again. She leaned a little closer, not thinking, just moving the way her heart pulled. No one told them to move; it just happened, like a sigh, like the body knowing what it needed next before the mind caught up.
He raised his free hand and touched her cheek. His fingers were warm, a little unsure at first, but she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, giving him courage without a word. It wasn’t a kiss yet. It was a promise made with skin, a thank you, a finally.
She let her head rest against his chest, slow, soft, natural, like it had always been meant to fit there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like something precious, something he had waited a lifetime to hold, afraid even now to squeeze too tight.
Neither of them spoke. There was no need. They were together, beating in the same quiet, steady rhythm, finally safe, finally home.
They sat without speaking, still holding hands. The quiet was soft now, not heavy anymore. It felt like the room itself was breathing with them, slow and calm, like even the air had been waiting for this.
He looked at her again, this time not shy, not unsure, just full of a quiet joy he could not hide. She smiled back, a small, shaking smile that said more than words ever could. It made his chest warm, made the waiting feel worth every lonely night.
His thumb moved gently over her fingers, back and forth, slow, steady, careful, like he was learning her all over again. She leaned a little closer, not thinking, just moving the way her heart pulled. No one told them to move; it just happened, like a sigh, like the body knowing what it needed next before the mind caught up.
He raised his free hand and touched her cheek. His fingers were warm, a little unsure at first, but she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, giving him courage without a word. It wasn’t a kiss yet. It was a promise made with skin, a thank you, a finally.
She let her head rest against his chest, slow, soft, natural, like it had always been meant to fit there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like something precious, something he had waited a lifetime to hold, afraid even now to squeeze too tight.
Neither of them spoke. There was no need. They were together, beating in the same quiet, steady rhythm, finally safe, finally home.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 2 — Just Usmug. Hym "Yeah, fair use is not going get me to tolerate what is happening here and I'm not going to let you have it without paying."
by Hym Iam June 17, 2024
Get the Fair usemug. The fastest way to either make or break friendships by screaming at each other that they are the imposter
Jack: “I just saw Marcel brutally murder Tyler in the Med Bay then run off to the vents.”
Marcel: “NO, JACK YOU ARE WRONG, HE IS TRYING TO FRAME ME. JACK IS THE IMPOSTER, I JUST SAW HIM KILL TYLER, I DIDNT.”
Tyler (muted in discord): “Among us is the most chaotic game I have ever played.”
Marcel: “NO, JACK YOU ARE WRONG, HE IS TRYING TO FRAME ME. JACK IS THE IMPOSTER, I JUST SAW HIM KILL TYLER, I DIDNT.”
Tyler (muted in discord): “Among us is the most chaotic game I have ever played.”
by Mr Adeep October 24, 2020
Get the Among Usmug. They stayed like that for a long time. It felt safe. It felt new. It felt like they had both been walking for years and finally sat down, side by side, in the same place.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 3 — Just Usmug. 
Get the use the microwavemug.